Lacy Place Escorts

The recruitment

I’ve never been an escort before. It sounds something quite sophisticated and I am a sophisticated lady, practically an aristocrat. I expect I will be interviewed for the post of escort by a titles gentleman, seeking company for tea or something equally genteel.

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I can see in the way she answers me that she thinks she is better than me somehow, that she is somehow less of a sissy whore than I am.

I hand her some forms

Please fill these forms out, when you are done we will continue with your interview process

I walk back to my desk intentionally not having offered her a seat, or a pen with which to fill out the forms. I know it’s petty and I’ll probably be punished for it later, but it’s too late for second thoughts at this point as I retake my seat at the reception desk

I have a pen to complete the forms I am handed, but nowhere to sit to perform the task. With a sigh, I kneel on the ground and start to go through them. My! They are asking some VERY personal questions. How long is my what! What, apart from food, have I had in my mouth? Up my butt? Perhaps, these are meant to be an amusing aside, nothing to do with my escorting elegant gentlemen. Whatever, if I want this prestigious appointment, I have to complete them.

I stand up and present them to the receptionist when they are finished.

“I have completed these forms, Miss…” I realise she has not given me her name.

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I watch her strip knowing I have the power still as long as she doesn’t know my name

Put your hands behind your back sweety I need to have a nice look at those pretty tits of yours, and spread those legs of yours nice and wide I need to have a nice view of your sissy clit for your profile picture. You didn’t actually think that we plan on showing our prospective clients a fully clothed body regardless of how well dressed it is. We want our clients to see the naked body they expect to use at the end of their evening up front.

I smile sweetly at her, I can see on her face that she thinks I’m stalling and just trying to humiliate her

I do as she says, hold my hands behind my back and spread my legs as she comes from behind her desk, sweeping my clothes into a plastic bag as she does so. The plastic bag is thrown behind the desk as she comes to inspect me. She deliberately makes me feel like cattle as she fondles my breasts and clit. She takes a half-dozen photos of me front, sides and rear with her phone. She writes something on my forehead and left breast that I cannot see. All the while, she says not a word, but then opens what appears to be a catalogue of naked women. There is a blank page number 301.

She goes behind her desk and brings out what seems to be a dog-cage and orders me to get in for another picture.

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I allow her to think her humiliation is over as I sit down and begin to upload her photos to the computer.

I do so hope you read the fine print on that employment contract you signed. I say sweetly as I turn to face her in the dog cage

I smile as she visibly blanches as she realizes she forgot to read all the important fine print. I stand up and walk behind her dog cage. I reach in and pull her sissy clit and balls out of the cage gripping them quite firmly. She moans with a bit of discomfort as I start tugging on her little sissy balls and I hear a panicked gasp as she feels the cold metal ring against her crotch. She must have recently been released from chastity or has previously had a chastity punishment as she begs and pleads with me not to continue. I don’t really have a choice the fine print clearly states all escort employees must remain in chastity for the duration of their employment. I slide the tiny metal cage over her clit squishing it tightly against her scrotum, there is no room in the cage for her clit to expand not even a millimeter. I snap some more pictures of her, then I open the cage and order her out.

Against the back of the wall you will find various outfits and costumes all in your size you have 5 minutes to get it into one model it for a picture, and then take it off and put it away exactly the way you found it, each outfit comes with its own set of stockings and heels or lack thereof.

This is not at all how I thought this interview would go, stripped naked, put in a dog’s cage, and what was that about small print? Now I am locked in a chastity device and told I have five minutes to get a costume put it on, have a picture taken and put it back. The costumes all seem very brief, maid’s uniforms, slave-girl outfits, slutty wear. I choose the most ladylike.

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i take the picture but the silly girl must have not understood my instructions because she is just standing there staring at me looking lost

hurry up Miss Mouthful don’t just stand there looking like a poleaxed deer you have one and half minutes to rehang that outfit and its accessories, or a punishment will be administered, we still have another 15 outfits to go and we need to be finished in the next hour and a quarter

Oh God! I hang up what I was wearing and look for the next costume. I also have a quick glance at my copy of the contract. Why didn’t I read this properly? Phrases stick out permanent chastity, Corporation takes 100% commission, 24/7/365 service…

I pick a slave-girl outfit, not much to it, easy to change from.

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I take my time snapping the picture but not too much time that I can be taken to task for what would be termed an intentional aggression violation by taking up too much time that you would inevitably be punished and receiving the punishment for your failure to change in the alotted time frame instead of you

She – I still don’t have her name – seemed to have all the time in the world to take pictures of me while I telling to to change faster and faster if I wanted to avoid punishment. Punishment? Is that in the contract too? I have to have time to read this properly, so I ask to read it again

I offer you a seat in front of my desk and hand you a copy of the contract. Grateful to get off your feet you sit down. I press a button on my desk activating the ankle cuffs hidden in the chair’s front legs. I smile sweetly at you as you gasp with surprise as the dildo hidden in the chair fills your sissy cunt, and you try in vain to escape from the chair

I can’t get out of the chair because my ankles are chained to the legs and now a dildo is pushing into my ass. This makes it hard to read what I have reading, but there is no mistaking its meaning. I have become the property of the Corporation, existing for the sole purpose of making money for it. There is nothing I can refuse to do at the command of a client, the Corporation will have all my takings, I will be perpetually in chastity and, if there are not enough clients in the saloon, I will go out onto the street and sell myself like a street-walker. I look up at her when I have finished reading – this is not what I thought an escort’s job would be, I want to leave.

it’s quite clear that you have flight on your mind. I motion for you to read the back of the contract where the punishments for various failures on your part are delineated. As you read the punishment section my computer pings. I look up at you with a smile on my face

I can’t move, and I certainly can’t leave naked. I am just about to ask for my clothes back, that I have changed my mind, when this woman, who stubbornly refuses to give her name, tells me to read the back of the contract where the punishments are listed. Oh my! This is very serious, not to mention some of these are illegal!

Then, I hear a ping from her computer and she tells me I have a client. Please let it be somebody who will treat me like a lady, I pray silently.

“Is he coming here? What will I wear? What do you want me to do?”

I hear myself panicking. I’ve never done this before, I don’t want this to be happening.

I grin sardonically at you. You came in here thinking you were going to a “genteel” woman of the night, where you are treated like a proper Victorian mistress. Your first client is the type you were hoping to attract when you walked through the door.

Your first client is Helga Misanthrope Duchess of Anvilania. She needs an escort to a certain club of ill repute and the way you are dressed now ironically will be suitable for your evening with the Countess.

I rub out the 301 marked on your forehead and I lock a metal collar with 301 engraved on it around your neck as I continue telling you about your client

You will always refer to the Duchess as your Grace. You will walk three paces behind the Duchess and to her left. You will not speak unless spoken to. The Duchess will either refer to you as 301, sissy bitch, or my little hooker when she is calling you. You will fetch drinks annd perform other services as she requires.

I bend over and attach a leash to your cage

She will be leading you around by your caged clit, she will abuse your sissy clit often throughout the course of the evening. You will of course be available to the Duchess’ bodyguards use as well.

I hand you a dossier Client File #5278 Duchess Helga Misanthrope which includes a picture

Study it well 301.

I’m going to give you a bit of advice, it’s free so you know what its worth. The moment my computer pinged you became 301 and ceased being Stacy Mouthful, remember that and it will probably save you from some rather severe punishments at the hands of the Corporation later

I thank the lady for her advice and she poults me back into the dog-cage to read the dossier on Duchess Helga Misanthrope. It says that she is usually looking for a “lady-in-waiting” to accompany her and be sold by her to third parties. The lady-in-waiting will be naked except for a slave-collar and leash. My duties as her escort are not in the dossier, but I don’t need to know that, because I have been told.

Her Grace has not due for an hour, so the lady, who I think I should address as “Mistress”, let’s me out of the cage. Behind the reception desk is a kitchenette and I am order to go in there, make a pot of tea for one and serve it to her. It will be practice at serving drinks, she explains.

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a security guard enters reception and announces that she is here to pick up the Duchess’ toy for the evening. I remind her of the no sale clause we have with the Duchess, and what will happen should the Duchess violate said clause. The security guard smiles she’s heard this spiel before and understands that this is just the way business is done. I hand the leash to the security guard who tugs it violently and commands 301 to get on her knees and crawl after her like a good sissy bitch

The bodyguard looks formidable as she tells the lady she is here to collect me for the Duchess. Money changes hands and I wonder how much I cost, but then the bodyguard has my leash and tugs on it, calling me 301, my new name.

My humiliation is just about to start as she orders me to get down on all fours and crawl after her.

She deliberately walks fast, tugging on my leash to make me try to keep up with her.

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The Bodyguard is walking quickly but not quickly enough that the people you pass in the hallways don’t have time to make lewd comments about you or slap your passing rump. Finally the two of you arrive at the Duchess’ suite. She opens the door where she is greeted by Bodyguard #2

They have a rather quick but hushed conversation that you are curious to hear but as a hard as you strain you can’t hear what they are saying. The conversation wraps up and Bodyguard #2 takes the leash from Bodyguard #1 who enters the next room.

The Duchess is currently napping and will not be awake for another 4 hours in the meantime you will provide entertainment for the the three of us that is the two of us you have met and the third member of the Duchess’ security team who is currently tending to some other business.

Bodyguard #2 lifts up her dress to reveal a meaty 8.5 inch cock and slaps you across the face with it first your right cheek and then your left

There is absolutely nothing left of the elegant lady who was here no more than three hours ago. The second bodyguard has a giant-sized cock and she smacks me across the face with it, laughing cruelly as she does so. It is dispiriting to say the least that the Duchess won’t be awake for another four hours and I have to entertain these three Security Guards for all that time. The one who dragged me here has left the room, so I am hopeful that at least I will only have to please them one at a time. The one I am with tugs on my leash and I am made to crawl around the room to a wall where a nasty-looking whip is hanging off a hook. She takes the whip and gives me a sharp crack across my naked rump with it.

“That’s a sample of what you can expect all night long if you fail to satisfy us or Her Grace, 301” she barks.

she takes the leash and runs it under your body so that the leash is no longer tugging your sissy clit forward. She takes the leash and pulls it up tightly behind you leaving no slack in the leash and ties it to a ring high up on the wall pulling your sissy clit through your legs and painfully stretching it out behind you. #2 slaps your face with her cock again. She leans over and whispers in your ear

The Duchess saw your profile and just couldn’t resist the idea of breaking a stupid cunt who thinks that she is some sort of high priced Victorian era mistress, now suck my cock

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She forces it past your lips and begins driving it in and out of your mouth all the while saying What a good cock sucker you are 301 she is very careful not to actually cum in your mouth but she makes you choke on it constantly testing your gag reflex.

The second door opens and out walks Bodyguard #3

She pulls up a seat and begins directing #2 on how she should fuck your mouth, the pounding your face was getting before is nothing compared to the brutal skull fucking you are getting now. You thought #2 was cruel, but its obvious that #3 is much much worse and that she also seems to be the one in charge of the Duchess’ security detail. You can hear in her instructions #3 is getting antsy and wants a turn. Only one thought is going through your mind as #3 finally commands #2 to cum, I better swallow every drop or else

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The pain to your sissy clit in that position is incredible and you are practically in tears when #3 reaches behind you and squeezes your bulging sissy ovaries your screams should wake the dead but the Duchess sleeps on unperturbed by your screams she leans over and whispers into your ear

You better get it right this time sissy bitch or it won’t just be a whipping

as she pushes you back down in front of #2 the tip of your cage grazes her hand and she starts laughing at you and she says to #2

The little sissy bitch is leaking from her pathetic little sissy clit isn’t that just the cutest thing

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